Margaret Alice Poems

“quantum effects cause space-time to convulse wildly
the fabric of space-time becomes grainy - made of
tiny units like pixels”
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Sometimes my mind turns into a dragonfly
hovering over the waters of reality, a glow-
worm with its inner light extinguished
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‘Tis too weird, I understand it not, strangers with
foreign names charge in like the Mongolian hordes
and destroy everything in their way; flood the site
with rhymes they call poems; making it impossible
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Lost a dream today, lost ability
to fantasize, buying trinkets
being dreams, wooden dolls
with happy smiles, little twirling
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Laughing at myself, always enter ATM card the wrong way,
look at the illustration and never understand, my dad says
he suffers the fear of death when faced with the machine,
I inherited it from him, his aversion to heat also,
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My Dad in a brusque voice said
those ‘bloody fools’ sent me on
a stupid course, I start typing –
head office calls, ‘get that fool
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Sometimes things so awful happen we
cannot find the words to capture them,
so horrible beyond compare, we look
and there’s a cherished dream destroyed
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Hungry Ghosts (Rev.) :

Read ‘Hungry Ghosts’ - evidence of ways to
communicate with spirit entities – the danger
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Bravely lay upon my bed
aches in arms and legs
discomfort in my head
no-one to talk to, nothing
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Why do people take delight in nurturing
all things negative, in propagating every
damning word that was said to them
in confidence?
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